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"It’s ok to grow roots.
I had a dream about speeding down a cliff road, in a borrowed yellow Lamborghini. Roaring to the shore, to visit a fortune teller on the pier. I was told she lies before I saw her. Confused, I left , walking past piles of riches, gold statues, jewels and cash dumped in the sand littering the beach. A family of beggars in black rags, approached me on the boardwalk. I had nothing, to give . My only valuable was to accept myself without outside influence. Everyone was trying to influence me but I was finding home within, and letting myself be rooted in my own self belief, despite the cliff dwelling Lamborgini owner, despite the lying fortune teller, despite the beggars. I could hold on.
So self-indulgent in our elementary school fantasy of Beverly Hills Cop — directly energized by Harold Faltermer - 'Axel F.' I feel the leather and the steel so ornately and loveably fun. Ends a Howling Roy-Orbisonian cloned bubbles popping into the sunset."
lyrics
You echo my shadow away from the shallow water.
No separate no boundary, biting the roots we eat.
And rest my soul, cause I can’t keep moving on.
Cliff dweller, fortune teller can’t tell me how to be
happy It’s here it’s here it’s HERE
So sure of all the steps I’m dancing on, past these
lines this time don’t tell me
Where the wind blows
Where the wind blows
You can’t stop the sun, from telling anyone, go
deep.
Another day has come, inviting everyone. Go deep.
And rest my soul, cause I can’t keep moving on.
It’s here it’s here it’s HERE
So sure of all the steps I’m dancing on, past these
lines this time don’t tell me
Where the wind blows.
Right here where you are.
credits
released May 25, 2022
Producer: Sean Antanaitis
Mixer: Steve Wright
Mixed at: Wright Way Studios Baltimore, MD
Recorded at: Nightworm Studios Baltimore, MD
Mastering Engineer: Tony Eichler
Mastered at: Goldstone MasterWorks
Writers: Katrina Ford / Sean Antanaitis
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